The woman stands a touch tall for a typical human female, but it's hardly excessive. Deeply tanned skin suggests a life spent outdoors, and her hardened, wiry frame further implies that life has rarely been easy. Piercing emerald eyes stare out, inquisitive but suspicious, watching everything that moves with wondrous curiousity and depthless mistrust.

Leather, well worn but lovingly cared for, guards her legs and hands, and a quiver of the same material rests on her back, full of long and viciously barbed arrows. Slung alongside it is the matching bow, crafted of maple and strung with moose sinew. From the heavyset nature of her clothes and choice in weapon materials, one gets the sense she's native to quite a cold, distant land.

Her body sports muscles toughened by exposure and long use, with little fat leftover for the pleasant curves and jiggling flesh that the new land she finds herself in is more accustomed to. Cosmetics seem beyond, or perhaps beneath her, and as such the huntress bears no paint or other colouration upon her person apart from the mud invariably caked onto her boots.



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Those with the appropriate tools or senses to be aware of magical phenomena would note that a surprisingly powerful ward surrounds the woman. The exact nature is hazy at best, but it seems to affect her luck and Fate somehow. Deeper, closer examination would be needed to really comprehend its workings, though it seems curiously bound to a very specific location in Iracia, growing weaker the further away she is.
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Character Stats

Race: Human
Birthdate: 1822
Age: 25
Nationality: Canadian
Profession: Trapper
Setting: World of Darkness
Powers: None
Accent: Regrettable

Anachronistic as it is, a Victorian-era trapper lost in a vast and ancient Canadian forest and somehow making her way to a wholly different land through some inexplicable twist of magic is hardly any less of a strain than some of the bizarre creatures roaming the land. Keep that in mind. If it helps, I'm sorry.